Look at that river, it floats away all the stars.
Heart, if you sleep again.
Who else will call?
Dawn, can you break through the darkness?
I said, you have crossed the river.
The stars were picked up and scattered to the river bank.
Look, the seed of that star has grown into a floating reed.
Sunshine received the invitation.
Will fly-accompany this dark and silent night.
You said, if the reed dies, too
Will the river sob and cry?
Will the beach groan because of sleepless nights?
Will the oath decay with the fall?
Will all those whispering autumn insects fall in love?
I said, the so-called withering is just in time.
Sleeping in the cold, there will be a spring breeze to wake up.
Dense dreams of reed flowers.
The faint morning light is shining with Lu Hua's smiling face.
Flowers everywhere are twinkling stars.
You said, emotion should be like a stream.
Even the occasional wild waves.
Also like a reed flower, it should moisten spring and summer and shine in autumn.
In the snowy season, light yourself up.
Full of confidence and warmth from beginning to end.
I said, I'm tired. Sit next to the landing reed.
If you pull it too tightly, the string will break easily.
Look at this reed flower, gentle and affectionate.
Wake up in sleep, and fall asleep while awake.
Elegant and natural.
Floating and floating, reed flowers penetrate the fog and gray smoke.
The stars parted the sea of clouds and swam to the river.
Burnout shields the mind, and worry hangs between heaven and earth.
Snuggle up to drive away the cold.
Trouble and slander melt in the autumn night without gorgeous flowers.